I know what happiness is. I’ve been happy for a very long time. What I didn’t know was the level to which the bar on happiness can be raised. And I have the sneaking suspicion it’s nowhere near the top yet.

But on my walk today, I think I figured out how it works. All I want to do is make my man happy. And it seems that all he wants to do is make me happy. And so, when I succeed in making him happy, it makes me even happier, which, in turn, makes him happier and that makes me happier – and, as you can see, it just goes off-the-chart silly.

I know, I know – these are the mindless ramblings of a person in love. I am fully aware that my brain cells have gone on a prolonged vacation – they’re tanning on a beach somewhere and I’m just blissfully stumbling around here, crashing into walls and smiling like a fool.

Back to happiness – all this stuff just spills over and I find I want to make everyone around me happy too. I really cared about the checkout person at Thrifty’s today – I did my best to engage with her and make her smile. And we did – we shared a laugh – and more happiness spilled over.

Okay – back to being a fool in love. Everything changes – all these feelings will evolve and grow and deepen. This stage is so precious, so wonderful – so staggeringly blissful that I don’t even mind that I have lost several IQ points – with more jumping ship and waving adios by the second.

But I have to say – the drop in smarts is due to a touch more than love – lack of sleep is getting to me. But then again, it’s lack of sleep for such a good reason that I really don’t mind. Not. One. Bit.